All I can think up for now

This could be the third year now that I think about it

It was a cold and stormy day and Tsukune and Moka were walking hand in hand toward the school.

"Look at all the new students!" says Tsukune looking around.

"One is wearing a robe! It's not the 1400s!" giggles Moka.

"I wonder where they came from!" says Tsukune.

"Let's find out!" says Moka.

Moka called to the new students.

The boy in the kimono looked back. The teen walks up to Moka.

"Hello! You look like you need a hotter guy!" says the boy.

A girl walks up and drags him by the collar.

"Pervert or not, I am yours!" says the girl.

Tsukune and Moka stare.

"Third year needs to go well!" says Tsukune sweatdroping.

"Uh huh." nods Moka.

Once in class...

"Do I need to go over the rules?" wonders the teacher.

The class was confused.

"Saya! Miroku!" says the teacher.

"We aren't in monster form!" says Saya.

The teacher walks over to Saya's desk. Saya was silent.

"It is wise to not get in tune to love! Espescially when notes are passed." says the teacher taking the note.

"A note? I never noticed it!" thinks Saya.

Saya looked Miroku's way. Miroku grinned happily.

"Next time I get to read it." says the teacher.

"You don't wanna know half of what he writes. Espescially if its Miroku writing it." says Saya fidgeting.

"You have been warned!" says the teacher.